i love the sound of the rain
their cosy, mushy mutterings
so at night when it pours
i always keep open, the windows and doors;
yesterday night it rained hard
recited the blushing rosebud
the playful raindrops left its fleck
on her ruddy lips, a diamond speck
the stormy breeze fiddles the curtain
goosebumps, on my membranei
touch the crumpled bed-sheet
soggy, briny it feels
drizzle kissing the window sill
arms of the clock standing still
mirror shards scattered on the floor
“Who’s whispering behind that door?”
the damp typewriter,
the rain-soaked papers
glare at me
I know they miss your touch,
just like me!
carefully, I climb down the wet stairs
the maiden’s words still reaching my ears
they’re praising yesterday’s blood moon
but I’m piping a different tune!
whiizzz! whiizz! I hear the kettle sing
gosh, where the hell did i lose my wedding ring?
messy house, soiled dress, unkempt locks
i’ll again disappoint him;
Lord! this life sucks
outside the streets are dry but pleasant
only my cottage is drenched, inundated
sauntered, i return to the trash that lay
wondering who’s telling a lie is it me, or they?💚
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